Oh, to be a man as great as youa"Effortless, polished, through and through.
You walk in like the worlda your stage,
And somehow wisdom fits your age.

Youa e got that calm, that knowing grin,
Like lifea a game youa e set to win,
While Ia still reading page one twice
And asking people for advice.

You speaka"rofound, concise, and cleara"The kind of thing wea e meant to hear,
And I just nod like, a eah, of course,aThen Search-News what you said, remorse.

I try to stand the way you do,
All confidence and perfect view,
But mostly I just trip instead
On overthinking in my head.

Still, I suppose therea hope for mea"If greatness comes so naturally,
Ia l fake it well, give it a spina How hard could being you have been?

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 1st of Ios, in the year 18 AC.